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Montaigne," A real scholar is like a wheat ear in the field. When the wheat ear is empty and shriveled, it always grows very tall and holds its head proudly; when the wheat ear is full and mature, it always behaves meekly and hangs its head down. "&# 160; The green of the mountains has not faded yet, and a little grass tip has not been dyed yellow. The autumn wave brushed the rice, and the heavy ears of rice shook. The sound of wind and waves is like a moving movement. The colorful and continuous mountains are tirelessly climbed over each hill to find the tenderness and beauty immersed in time. Montaigne, ""A true scholar is like the ears of wheat in the field. When the ears of wheat are empty, they always grow very tall and hold their heads proudly; when the ears of wheat are full and mature, they always behave docilely. With his head down. "" The green of the mountains has not faded away, and there is still a little bit of grass tip that has not been dyed yellow. Autumn waves swept across the rice, and the heavy ears of rice shook. The sound of the wind moving the rice is like a moving piece of music. The colorful continuous mountains, tirelessly climb, each hill, looking for the tenderness and beauty immersed in time